We enjoyed a well earned lie in today. Mark and Steve then went to get breakfast. They found bacon sandwiches, and ordered 2 without cheese and one with. Back in the room they were chuffed with their findings and handed out the sandwiches. It turned out that all three had cheese and Tim had a little sulk.
While getting the breakfast they were approached by random drunk people. One came over to inform us that there would be no more rain while another asked if we were in Pamplona. Crazy town.
Some girls came to the apartment to inspect it and were surprised to find it quite clean and tidy. Luckily Tims room had just started to smell normal!
We thought it would be good to give the bikes a run so headed back to the pyrenees, this time without the luggage. We blasted along and stopped for some lunch. Tim ordered a burger without cheese obviously and of course it came with extra cheese, all those Spanish lessons have paid off. It's not really his fault though as the genius waiter couldn't even understand "Coca Cola".
We then jumped back onto the bikes and found that the police had set up some speed guns just where we'd been blasting it earlier, lucky escape!
We found a nice spot and did some videos of the bikes which we'll put on YouTube once we're home.
On the way home Tims radio fell off the bike meaning that we no longer had any comms. Mark found the radio later but we don't think that it's repairable.
Back in Pamplona we got changed for the mobile Hawaiin transvestite party held by the Posse. This involved free booze, beer bongs and drunk people, good times.
Mark and Tim went to the bull fight which was very odd. The whole bull fight thing comprised of 8 fights, but after the second one it pretty much descended into a big food fight. Two tips if you ever go.
1) don't sit in the sunny side, you will get wet.
2) don't sit next to any hot girls as people will throw buckets of booze over them.
We stayed for a couple more fights until we were soaked with sangria and went back to the Hawaiin party which was now just a party. Steve was quite drunk and was hanging out with some Scottish guys wearing kilts. Steve said that he could confirm that they were not wearing underwear. Tim and Mark wanted to go back to the bull fight!
We then had lots more drinks with the Posse and went to the park to watch tonight's fireworks. Tim somehow managed to sleep through them but this gave him enough life to stay out drinking for a couple of more hours.
We were quite smashed at this point and had found ourselves in a fairground that we didn't know existing. They did sell chicken though so got a load of those and pretended we were in Nandos. Steve put on an impromptu puppet show staring a prawn and then danced like he was in Swan Lake in front of a live band.
We met back up with the Posse and stumbled around until we decided it would be a good idea to find our way home. Tim got us all lost again, when we checked the map he had gone in the complete wrong direction, if he had have carried on, he'd probably be in Madrid by now.
While getting the breakfast they were approached by random drunk people. One came over to inform us that there would be no more rain while another asked if we were in Pamplona. Crazy town.
Some girls came to the apartment to inspect it and were surprised to find it quite clean and tidy. Luckily Tims room had just started to smell normal!
We thought it would be good to give the bikes a run so headed back to the pyrenees, this time without the luggage. We blasted along and stopped for some lunch. Tim ordered a burger without cheese obviously and of course it came with extra cheese, all those Spanish lessons have paid off. It's not really his fault though as the genius waiter couldn't even understand "Coca Cola".
We then jumped back onto the bikes and found that the police had set up some speed guns just where we'd been blasting it earlier, lucky escape!
We found a nice spot and did some videos of the bikes which we'll put on YouTube once we're home.
On the way home Tims radio fell off the bike meaning that we no longer had any comms. Mark found the radio later but we don't think that it's repairable.
Back in Pamplona we got changed for the mobile Hawaiin transvestite party held by the Posse. This involved free booze, beer bongs and drunk people, good times.
Mark and Tim went to the bull fight which was very odd. The whole bull fight thing comprised of 8 fights, but after the second one it pretty much descended into a big food fight. Two tips if you ever go.
1) don't sit in the sunny side, you will get wet.
2) don't sit next to any hot girls as people will throw buckets of booze over them.
We stayed for a couple more fights until we were soaked with sangria and went back to the Hawaiin party which was now just a party. Steve was quite drunk and was hanging out with some Scottish guys wearing kilts. Steve said that he could confirm that they were not wearing underwear. Tim and Mark wanted to go back to the bull fight!
We then had lots more drinks with the Posse and went to the park to watch tonight's fireworks. Tim somehow managed to sleep through them but this gave him enough life to stay out drinking for a couple of more hours.
We were quite smashed at this point and had found ourselves in a fairground that we didn't know existing. They did sell chicken though so got a load of those and pretended we were in Nandos. Steve put on an impromptu puppet show staring a prawn and then danced like he was in Swan Lake in front of a live band.
We met back up with the Posse and stumbled around until we decided it would be a good idea to find our way home. Tim got us all lost again, when we checked the map he had gone in the complete wrong direction, if he had have carried on, he'd probably be in Madrid by now.
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